02 Jul “You’re a dime-a-dozen avoider; your actions create your feelings; influencing the life that you have”, I respond to Bilta, “how’s the cage?”
“It seems pretty secure”, he replies in the waterproof.telephone, “the second hammerhead shark looks angrier and bigger then the first–I am really hoping that this cage is going to hold, yo.”
“We reinforced it with #12 steel beams and added chicken wire so that you can’t stick your claws out to pet the ferocious beasts in the middle of the death match during shark.fest in the pool.”
“That’s a pretty awesome name for an event.”
“Yeah”, I reply as I shrug and shuffle on the couch in my living room, “that’s why I came up with it–it gets the attention and punches the audience in the kisser with excitement. I like to think that I am both a champion of branding and a friend of business.”
“Are you still talking to me?”, Bilta replies as he repositions himself in the steel cage in the middle of the pool of sharks.
“No”, I reply as I turn my head from the digital.TV, “it was the answer in the game show on the TV–but, back to your fight, remember that you are smaller and have a small chance of success. Put yourself in position to win–conserve your actions and strike only once, when the time is right. If you just cower in the cage as the sharks attack it, you will be over-run quickly–also, if you try to get aggressive, they will have the upperhand as you can’t swim well. Instead, keep your eye on where they are, then, deliver a quick punch to the nose on one of them. They are herd animals and will both scatter–one punch scares away two sharks.”
“That sounds smart.”
“That’s why they pay me”, I reply as I put my feet up on the small wooden table, “also, what’s really smart is that I have no clue is that’s going to work so I sent you–by the way, the paycheck hasn’t come in yet so try to stretch out the match and I’ll text you when we receive the funds. Try to make it look like you are in a heated contest of strength and wits with the dangerous beasts until you hear from me again.”
“Ok, boss”, Bilta replies as he shakes the cage with his claw.
“Come at me sharks”, he yells as he continues to shake the cage in the middle of the pool of circling sharks.
“So, anyways”, I explain to digital.Bilfty2.1 as I turn my head to him half-asleep in the corner of the room in the recliner, “now that Bilta’s busy with the shark.fest, there’s more hotdogs for us. You want to fire up the grill and I’ll make a small side. We can have a little picnic and watch the digital.cricket match.”
I lean forward and pick up my soda; I take a sip; it’s more refreshing when you’re not in a cage being attacked by circling hammerhead sharks.
“What?”, Bilfty2.1 replies as he jolts up from his seat, “did you say something, yo?”
“Yeah”, I reply as I roll my eyes, “don’t worry about it–I’ll just cook up lunch for us myself.”